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Your meal is one of my "go to" meals as well. I also don't use recipes for my sloppy joes, or coleslaw either -- And it's never the same twice. Sometimes it's better than others, but we enjoy it anyway -- Unlike this crazy weather we are also having with 80's predicted for Friday or Saturday.

Which is better or worse? Mud, or snow? We don't get either here, a few little boggy areas on the lawn, that squelched yesterday and this morning. Guess even the girls will be longing for your spring to arrive and stay.

Yesterday we were swimming in mud. Today is is beginning to dry out, thank goodness.What a sloppy mess.That said the temps are wamer and I don't need to wear a face-mask to do chores.Grass is greening....

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An Award!

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I am a retired art teacher who has always had a passion for horses. We live on a farm and currently care for 4 horses, 2 dogs and 3 cats.
My husband and I are both very active as volunteers in our community and have enjoyed living here for over 40 years.
This Journal has opened up my world.
It was started on February 22nd, 2008 and has taken me to so many places.
What a way to travel!

In memory of L'orange Marmalade

lily

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A Navajo quote to Woof Whinny Whisper

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

If you bury him in this spot,the secret of which you must already have,he will come to you when you call;come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grassbent by his footfall,who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know somethingthat is hidden from themand which is well worth the knowingThe one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Elvira

Somewhere in time's own spaceThere must be some sweet pastured placeWhere creeks sing on and tall trees growSome paradise where horses go,For by the love that guides my penI know great horses live again.~Stanley Harrison